Never discourage anyone who continually makes progress, no matter how slow... even if that someone is yourself!
PlatoRead
People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die.
Interpretation
People influence our personal growth positively or negatively, much like soil affects plant growth.
In this quote, Plato metaphorically compares people to dirt, suggesting that interactions with others can either support our development or hinder our progress. Just as healthy soil provides nutrients that allow plants to flourish, positive relationships can empower individuals to grow and thrive, while toxic ones can lead to stagnation and decline.
In practice
In a motivational speech about the importance of positive influences in our lives.
Never discourage anyone who continually makes progress, no matter how slow... even if that someone is yourself!
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